MY SON CALLED 911
He is ten years old now......
We all go through those precious times as we watch our children blossom into their own "little person" with all of their favorite things, silly words that they learned from friends at school, laughter after farting or their crazy butt jokes. Let's not also forget their constant fights with their siblings over funny little things. We have all been there! I'm sure if you are like me, you may think back to times when they were younger and how "cute" they were before they started saying things like "You Suck."
My son in particular was a very strong minded infant. When I think of all the sleepless nights and his refusal to stay quiet or in his crib, I giggle to myself. Those are the moments when you look back and look at them now after they have grown and understand that those memories sort of "define" who they are as a person.
I will never forget the night that a police officer showed up to my place in Santa Monica many years ago. He came in and told me to "be silent" as he looked around. I backed up and wondered "what the hell was going on?" My husband was in the other room writing on the computer and when I walked towards the hallway, the police officer told me to "stay back." I asked him what the problem was and continued to take my son to the bath tub. As I walked down the hallway, I noticed the phone on the floor in front of my son's room, so I picked it up and put it back in it's holder.
When I entered the bathroom the officer followed. My husband yelled "Hey, why is it so quiet?" I started to speak and the officer made a point to ask me if "I was ok." I said "yes." Then he looked at me in the eyes how policemen do when they check if you are lying (I would never know this ofcourse because I'm a saint! ha) and asked me again slowly "Are you sure you are ok." Then it suddenly dawned on me that I was in my bathroom with my son and a police officer! I yelled for my husband to come and the police officer wrote down my husbands name. My husband asked "Is there a problem officer?" The police officer did not like my husband and walked outside with a flashlight. We saw his light surround our property and looked at eachother like "What the @#$%?"
When he returned, he proceeded to ask us questions. My son started to cry at this point because he really wanted "bath time." I picked him up and proceeded towards the bathroom again until I heard my husband ask me "did you call 911?" I turned around and said "what the hell are you talking about?" My husband looked embarrassed and proceeded to explain to the officer that we had a big fight, but no one called 911. Evidently 911 heard the big fight. Let's put it this way. After many sleepless nights and our constant struggles in our new roles as parents, I'm sure it did not sound PRETTY. Obviously not "pretty" at all judging from the way the officer was acting. When he mentioned that 911 received a call from our residence I thought of my son and his fun game of dialing a million numbers on the phone. He loved the sound. "Is it possible for my son to dial 911?" I stood there in shock. The police officer did not believe me and asked me if I was ok again. He was sure that I was the one who dialed 911 and my husband was a mean culprit! Well, he did not sound nice and I'm sure with the British accent it just seemed even worse to the police station. He must be SAS they may have thought or MI6! He must be one of those evil dudes in a Guy Ritchie movie......
Ok. All kidding aside. This happened a long time ago, but the memory came back just a week ago and I had to write about it! My son was only a baby and a little over a year. When I thought of this event I just could not stop laughing. Luckily the officer finally believed us or atleast didn't arrest anyone! "Ain't Life grand?"